Thursday, April 26, 2012

Still going well. Main challenge right now is that Hubs doesn't want to go anywhere outside of the house, because he "can't eat or drink anything there" While I can understand that, I'm sure as hell not letting it keep me in the house.
Starting to think that at 1 week, I may even get on a scale, if for no other reason than to see the numbers as they go down :)

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Haven't had any crazy cravings, haven't looked at anything and thought, "Just one won't hurt" so I'd say it's going pretty well.
Finding myself more tired, don't know if that's because I'm not eating often enough to keep my blood sugar up, or what. OR If it's my SINS - Stress Induced Narcolepsy Syndrome.
Last night when I got home from school and realized I had no one to cook dinner for me, and I couldn't just grab whatever, that made me kind of sad. Sad because I had so many other things to do, that stopping to make dinner was a hell of an inconvenience. Making and eating breakfast was fun this morning. I picked up chopped ham, and tossed some in a pan with butter while I was getting ready. A few seconds (minutes? Who's counting) later, I heard a sound like popcorn popping, and turn to find the small cubes of ham popping right out of the pan - and onto the floor, much to the dogs' delight. Must revise that plan for tomorrow.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Woke up with a blazing ocular interruption - what some people might call hallucinations, but having spent a really, really lot of time with retinal specialists, I know that it's just the result of something overstimulating my optic nerve. It floats over my vision, sometimes it blinks, shimmers or looks wavy. If I stand or sit still for a few minutes, it will go away.

Of course I blamed it on the lack of sugar in my body. I'm pretty sure my body is drawing up a letter of secession from my brain for making a choice like this. Actually, I still feel pretty good though. I was really too busy yesterday to dwell on it.

One admission here - I won't have anything concrete to measure my success against, as I still refuse to step on a scale. Later, after I've lost some of this weight, THEN I'll check the scale so I can monitor my progress. No sense in depressing myself over it - and giving me a number to obsess over - right now.

And so, on to finish my finals so I can also put this hellish semester behind me.

Monday, April 23, 2012

In my attempt to be fancy and cultured with this diety thing (you know, I misspelled that and it came out "diety" - freudian?) I made a version of Rachael Ray's chimichurri in my blender. It was a total loss. Going to buy a food processor and try again.

My little man had his first communion this past weekend, and his 1st grade teacher snapped this picture. Love it so much, had to share.